Dog Blog Post #2075

Tonight, all I had to do was drop his favorite pile of old blankets in The Photo Shoot Spot. He was on them before I was done setting up, and after taking a few moments to redistribute the lumps he settled down most contentedly.

Henry

Beau

"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan."